“To sleep, perchance to dream” — — a dream of a glance, a touch in the summer of ‘87.
Thomas R. Barton, JD

‘Devil Dog, how was the Big Apple?’

Big and bold and what a nightclub tale I have to tell. Her name was TeriJo

‘Yeah, her name was TeriJo and what happened, man!?’

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A glance, a touch,

Drifting in motion, fingertips,

joined and joining in caress,

caress and dare he sweep,

sweep the arc of her beauty,

enjoin his beating heart in the tender task,

task, touch, shudder, seek, implore, explore

all this and more.

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